I GET LOST SOMETIMES, AND I DON’T WANNA BE FOUND
I JUST DRIFT AWAY OR GO UNDERGROUND
AND IF I DON’T COME UP, IT PROBABLY MEANS THAT I WANNA STAY DOWN
IT’S NOTHING NEW
I DON’T ALWAYS SMILE
I MIGHT WEAR A FROWN
I’M SO TIRED I WANNA CRY, BUT I KNOW YOU NEED A CLOWN
SO I LIFT YOU UP, AND I PUSH THINGS DOWN
TO PULL US THROUGH
I HOPE YOU NEVER KNOW JUST HOW DEEP THIS SADNESS GOES
IT’S ALL I’D EVER KEEP FROM YOU
I HOPE YOU NEVER FIND THAT LONELY CORNER OF YOUR MIND
AND THAT YOU NEVER SING THESE BLUES
YOU KNOW, I USED TO FLY
THESE DAYS I KISS THE GROUND
AND THOUGH I WANNA TRY, I FEEL MY HANDS ARE BOUND
I SAY I WON’T GIVE UP, AND THEN I JUST BACK DOWN
BUT THAT’S NOTHING NEW
I HOPE YOU NEVER KNOW JUST HOW TALL THIS SADNESS GROWS
I PRAY IT NEVER COMES TO YOU
I HOPE YOU NEVER FACE THE COLD DIVIDE, THAT EMPTY PLACE
A THING YOU CAN’T UNDO
I HOPE YOU NEVER SING THESE BLUES
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023